Chapter 3
Such a sassy brat.
And he loved her. Which meant she probably got away with far too much.
Bend over and spread his cheeks.
Yeah, right.
Not. Happening.
Although perhaps he should get her to do that.
Later. . .
“You own it? Pretty sure that I own you, baby doll.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Are you saying that I don’t own you as well?”
Yeah, Spike wasn’t an idiot. He knew very well that there was only one answer to that question.
“Of course you own me as well.”
“Good answer,” she huffed. “Shower gel me.” She held up her hand and he squirted some gel into her palm. She lathered it up before washing his legs. She started at his feet, making her way up until she reached his cock. Her hand wrapped around him, running up and down the shaft before she cupped his balls.
Fuck. Him.
This was fucking torture. Was she doing it on purpose? She was being thorough, there was no denying that. Hell, she was concentrating so hard that her tongue was sticking out of her mouth.
His breathing grew faster as he fought the urge to thrust, to order her to keep jacking him until he came.
Finally, knowing he couldn’t hold back any longer, he stepped back and washed off all the suds.
Millie stayed kneeling on the floor of the shower, staring up at him.
His every dream come to life.
Curves on display. Full, heavy breasts topped with hard nipples. Silky skin. Her full mouth was slightly open as she stared up at him.
After making sure he’d washed all the soap off, Spike moved closer to her.
“Open, baby doll. Daddy is going to feed you his dick.”
Her breathing seemed to grow faster at his dirty words. Liked that, did she?
“Oh. My. God. That was so dirty. I love it.”
“Open,” he commanded.
She parted her lips and he slid his dick into her mouth. Fuck. So. Damn. Good.
Spike pressed his cock as far as he could into her, before she started to choke, then he drew back.
“Good girl. Just relax for me. That’s it.” He spoke to her soothingly as the water rained down on his back and she sucked on his dick. “Tap my thigh if it gets too much.”
But Millie just stared up at him with a look of such love, of such lust. And he knew she wanted this, too.
He kept his movements shallow and slow to begin with. Then he drove his cock deeper into her mouth.
God. So good.
He cupped her face as he came, his groan almost drowning out the sound of the running water.
Fuck.
“Baby, you feel so good. Drink it all down. That’s my good girl. You did so well for me.” He ran his thumb over her smooth cheek.
When he drew his dick out of her mouth, he was still half-hard. Leaning in, she licked him. As though she was intent on cleaning him.
Shit.
She was going to have him hard again in minutes, which he would have said was impossible.
“Baby doll. Such a good girl.”
She hummed with pleasure as he wrapped her hair around his fingers.
“Come here. Let me clean you.”
Reaching down, he put his hands under her arms to pick her up. Then he proceeded to wash every inch of her.
Very, very thoroughly.
By the time he rinsed her off, his dick was hard again and she was breathing heavily, her eyes filled with hunger.
With love.
Bending down, he cupped a heavy breast and sucked on her nipple.
“Ohhh. That . . . it feels like you’re sucking on my clit when you do that,” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah? What about when I do this?” He flicked her nipple with his tongue.
“God. So good,” she moaned. “More, I need more.”
“Not sure that girls who glitter bomb their Daddy, then get their butt smacked, deserve more.”
“Daddy, we’re the ones who do deserve more,” she told him earnestly.
He snorted.
“Please. I really, really need to come.” She put her hands together in front of her chest, begging him. “I think I might injure something if I don’t get to come.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Injure something? Like this?” He ran his finger lightly over her clit. She threw her head back. She was flushed from the heat of the shower, her hair wet, her skin damp.
Fucking beautiful.
“Yes. More. Harder.”
“No. You don’t make demands. You get what you’re given.”
She whimpered, biting down on her lip. He wasn’t having that. Leaning in, he kissed her, sliding his tongue over her abused lip when she immediately let go.
“Open. Let me in.” He pressed his mouth to hers again and she immediately parted her lips.
He loved it when she did as he ordered.
He continued his soft, slow movement over her clit, swallowing her whimpers of protest. Swapping to his thumb, he pushed two fingers deep inside her.
“Please. Please,” she begged when he drew back from her kiss.
“Turn around and then bend over.”
Her eyes widened with a mix of trepidation and excitement.
“And spread.”
Her breathing increased. His girl loved ass play.
And he loved to indulge her.
Win-win.
Turning around, she bent over.
“Spread them, baby,” he murmured. He wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, squeezing hard.
Christ.
He thought he could come again just from watching her part her ass cheeks for him.
Thankfully, he kept some silicone-based lube in the shower for just this reason. Grabbing it, he coated two of his fingers and then ran them over her back hole.
“Ohh,” she moaned.
“Easy, baby,” he told her. Slowly, he slid one finger inside her.
“More. More!” she cried, trying to push back on his finger.
Slap!
He smacked her ass cheek.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come. They get their ass finger-fucked and then they’re made to go to bed without any orgasms.”
“Noooo,” she cried. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”
Yeah. Somehow, he doubted that.
Not that he minded.
“Let go of your ass,” he told her. “Drop your hands.”
She did as she was told.
“Such a good girl.”
“Does that mean I get to come, Daddy?” she asked.
“Perhaps. Step back and then put your hands on the wall of the shower. Good. Spread your legs.”
Fuck, yes. She was bent over in front of him, his fingers still buried deep in her ass.
Reaching around, he rubbed lightly at her clit as he drove his fingers in and out of her bottom.
“Oh. Ohhh. Please.”
“Not yet,” he told her. “You’re not to come yet.”
A whimper escaped her. He wondered if she’d manage to hold her orgasm back. She was so slick. Ready for him.
“That’s it. Such a good girl.” He slid his fingers from her ass and quickly washed them before grabbing her hips.
He started to press his dick into her. Inch by inch.
Nice and slow.
Fuck. Her pussy was clenching around him, pulling him in.
“Baby, you have no idea how good you feel,” he murmured.
“I have some idea,” she told him breathlessly. “You feel so amazing inside me.”
He placed his hands on the shower wall above hers. Then he fucked her with shallow, hard thrusts.
So. Good.
“More. I need more,” she cried.
“You’re going to come like this.”
“I can’t.” She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Then reach down and play with yourself. Because you’re coming when I do. Or you don’t get to come at all.”
How didshe get such a mean Daddy?
She didn’t get to come unless she came with him?
And she had to touch herself?
All right. She could do this. She had to come. She was desperate. Reaching one hand down, she rubbed her clit.
Ohhh. That felt so good.
“Wait for me, baby doll,” he warned.
She couldn’t. There was no way. Millie bit down on her lip, slowing her movements. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs.
“I’m close, baby,” Spike told her. “Come on my cock.”
Moving her finger faster, it seemed that was all she needed.
He commanded. She obeyed.
Well, some of the time.
Her orgasm hit her hard, making her shake as she heard him groan. He thrust deep and stilled, then drew her up so she was standing with her back pressed against his chest.
“Baby.”
That was all he said.
But really, he didn’t need to say more.
She understood him.